Like when you were young and a month before the end of the school year your parents tell you they have signed you up for a summer camp in July. The next two and half months seem like a year or longer. But as we age those feelings of anticipation become fewer and far between. I think as we age we should seek out ways of feeling that anticipation for something we long for like we did when we were young.

One day my wife and I traveled to town a couple of hours away. There is a railroad museum in the town that offered rides on their restored cars pulled by a steam locomotive. When the conductor came to call everyone aboard I looked next to us and saw a boy of about 3 or 4 years old holding his dads hand. When the conductor yelled, "all aboard", the little boy stood on his tip toes with his arms too his sides, fingers outstretched, his whole body buzzing with excitement of this anticipated ride. I looked at my wife and told her, " I want some of that. Whatever that kids got I want some". Well we made a vow to try hard to find things to do in our lives that give us the anticipation and excitement that we saw in that little boy that day. We think often of that day and that boy. Our lives were changed forever.